REVIVE ▸ d. winchester [2] ✔

Chapter 14

Dean's POV

Driving down the snow-covered dirt road, the impala racing past bare farmlands, my fingers tighten around the steering wheel as my vision begins to fade. A flurry of white rushes towards the windshield, each snowflake leaving its mark and taking away a part of my line of sight. Even with the wipers on full speed, the snow easily piles up on the window. It was safe to say winter had fully arrived in Kansas.

With the bunker being located in the remote place it was, it was also safe to say that the roads to the safehouse wouldn't be cleared any time soon. So, with that in mind, I keep my foot hovering over the pedals, letting the impala coast as much as possible. I only give a little gas here and there to keep from getting stuck in the growing amounts of snow.

Finally, after a drive that should have only taken fifteen minutes tops but ended up lasting at least twenty five, the old brick exterior of the bunker appears through the onslaught of snow. In relief, I quickly pull into the drive with a push of the gas pedal, glad to be back wihout incident. On the seat next to me lies a bag of food and a case of beer, the latter going to be my first grab once safely back inside.

However, before I could stop the car on my own conditions, I find my foot flying to the pedal and slamming on the brakes in reflex. My shoulders lurch forward at the sudden stop, but once the tires quit moving, I find myself sitting and staring out the windshield.

"You have got to be kidding me."

Not taking my eyes off of the man standing mere feet in front of me, I put the car into park and turn off the engine. Throwing the keys in my pocket, I push the door open and slowly stand up, completely ignoring the harsh wind and snow hitting my face.

"Gabe, where the hell have you been?"

The angel, casually standing with his hands in his pockets as if he'd been waiting all day, strolls towards me around the front of the impala. He had only been inches away from being hit by the car as it slid on the icy ground, yet he seemed completely unphased.

"Where have I been?" He answers with heavy sarcasm. "Where have you been? I haven't been able to track you and Sam for almost two days."

I slam the impala's door closed and stand in front of the man who had been MIA to us for so long. "What do you mean? We've been right here, working. In case you haven't noticed, you're the one who hasn't answered any of our calls for days."

With a roll of his eyes, Gabriel shrugs and says, "I've been busy, too, you know. And where is here? This wasn't one of the leads I gave to you." Gabe looks to the bunker and casts a suspicious glace over it, all the while standing with his arms crossed.

"Actually, it is," I tell him, referring to the last lead he gave us. "And I have a feeling you'll finally be satisfied with what we found."

Making my way around to the passenger side door, I open it and reach inside for the beer and food. I shove it closed with my elbow and look over to the angel who still stands staring at the bunker. "Come on, Sam's inside. We'll catch you up on everything we've got."

Gabe gives me a weird look from across the empty lot. It was only when he gave me a slow nod that he speaks, asking a suspiciously confusing question. "Sam's inside?"

I send a long glance at the angel. With the groceries in my hands, I shrug my shoulders. "Of course, where else would he be?"

"If he's inside, I should know. I should be able to sense him." With that, Gabriel takes a few steps towards the building, eyeing it up and down as he stands directly in front of it. Looking over at me, he raises his eyebrows in question.